Mickey. Friedman's intimidation of Lin Mo was quite powerless, only drawing a disdainful sneer from Lin Mo.

"If I told our people and the CIA people that you Lockheed did all the recent attacks I was subjected to, and that Boeing's lost sixth-generation fighter experimental aircraft was also related to your Lockheed, guess what?"

The smile on Lin Mo's face was no different from the devil's terrible smile in the eyes of the head of Lockheed operations, and his words were like a vicious curse.

This is a naked/naked attempt to provoke a dispute between the two countries, even if Lockheed is a major US arms supplier, and will become a victim of the struggle between the two sides.

There are many manufacturers in the United States who are eager to replace Lockheed, especially Boeing, which has overlapping business with Lockheed, and will definitely bite like a mad dog, especially in this situation, a thief will bite into the bone.

Lin Mo poured dirty water on Lockheed during this sensitive period, and I have to say that this desperate poison plan hit Lockheed at once hit the vital point.

Internal and external troubles, under the nest, there are no eggs, and Mickey realizes the extremely serious consequences. Friedman's face changed several times, and he hurriedly shouted: "No, don't, don't do this, I will compensate you, I will definitely help you urge the headquarters under your last condition." ”

Mickey. Friedman, of course, understands that their Lockheed ass is not very clean, and if Boeing really notices something, just a sentence from this "dragon knight", and even no evidence is needed, is enough to trigger a private war between Boeing and Lockheed.

However, the other party is not only a party concerned, but also an industry insider, and any sentence has considerable weight, and it is inevitable that the CIA and Boeing will not believe it.

"Hehe, give me five million dollars to crush me first, otherwise, hehe, you know, our people are on the side anyway. Ah, the CIA people are too. ”

After going around in circles for a long time, Lin Mo finally revealed his original intention and looked left and right.

He also knew how demanding he was in the first place. I don't expect Lockheed to agree immediately, I just want the other party to realize that he is not so easy to provoke, and if he wants to attack him again, he has to weigh whether the cost is cost-effective, and Lockheed, who aims to make money, will naturally settle this account.

"Yes, yes, no problem!"

Mickey. Friedman breathed a sigh of relief and just bought the information. He spent no less than five million, and for the sake of his own life, it was a big deal to make some false accounts.

The intelligence traffickers don't issue invoices in the first place, and they don't have the final say when they pay more and pay less.

"Okay, get the check! Now, otherwise I won't let them go. ”

Lin Mo saw that the other party agreed, and his face looked better. He drew his greatsword and left a deep mark on the granite brick-paved floor.

The deal was negotiated, and he couldn't afford to continue to wreak havoc on the hotel.

Mickey. Friedman didn't dare to play the slightest trick. In order to buy information, the guy had everything on him, and honestly wrote a blank cash check on the lobby manager's desk.

Even if the money was advanced by himself, he didn't dare to care, the director of the Operations Department had been doing it for so many years, and he still had some family resources.

"Well, yes, pretty good on the road."

The dragon knight used this culprit as a bank ATM.

"Well, can you ask, do you know the whereabouts of 'Fenrir'?"

The head of Lockheed's operations office took advantage of Lin Mo's good mood. Take the opportunity to knock on the side.

"'Fenrir'?" What is Fenrir'? ”

Lin Mo was at a loss, and the answer to the CIA's special unit "Black Bear" Lieutenant Colonel was exactly the same, he really didn't know it.

He didn't know about Mickey. When Friedman mentioned "Fenrir", both Chinese intelligence officers and the CIA suddenly had a lot of special equipment that began to pay attention to his words and deeds. Every word Friedman said was recorded from a distance. He can even detect his expressions, heartbeat, and breathing.

"That special alloy that adds to the performance of computer processors! Did you know? ”

And as other organizations in the outside world know, Mitch. Friedman only knew that the "Fenrir" alloy could increase the performance of the processor to an astonishing degree, but he did not know that it also had the property of devouring metal proliferation.

"Lab 41" is tight-lipped about this, and no more than a few people know about it.

"Haven't heard of it!"

Lin Mo really didn't know.

"This guy almost didn't make a big mess." Major Mo, the embassy military attache who was paying attention to all this, pressed his wireless headphones and let out a long sigh of relief.

However, the professionals on standby at the 24th hour on the CIA side were frustrated, and their technical equipment and experts worked together to determine that Lin Mo was not lying.

After a successful robbery, Lin Mo waved at Qi Fei.

"You didn't do anything, did you?"

Qi Fei looked at Lin Mo nervously, she had just seen Lin Mo rush out with the giant sword, directly cut over a green belt, and then dragged a white man back.

Although he hadn't heard what Lin Mo had said to the white man, it didn't look like a kind gesture.

"Hmmm! The money is in hand, count me as your capital injection, hey! Five million dollars, I did what I said. ”

Lin Mo smiled very happily, this money is not painful at all, it is not his own anyway.

"Ahh Qi Fei's eyes widened, and after a while, Lin Mo snatched a check from someone else and came back, this, isn't this a robbery, why doesn't anyone care?

She unconsciously looked left and right, those guys who looked like agents were still wandering around, but none of them came, were they all blind? As a civilian, she certainly couldn't understand the strange phenomenon beneath this unspoken rule.

Everyone around didn't even have any meaning to Lin Mo's actions just now, as if nothing had happened.

"You don't want to rob it, do you?" Qi Fei didn't dare to ask for this money.

"Huh!?" Lin Mo to Mickey. Friedman gave him a look.

"No, no, no, it's not a robbery, I took the initiative to give it to this gentleman, I owe it to him, and I just paid it back today." I have to say that I can get into the position of director of operations, Mitch. Friedman also had some eyesight, and under the gaze of Lin Mo's warning eyes, he had to lie for Lin Mo against his will.

"Really?"

How did Qi Fei look at this white gentleman as if he was being held to the neck with a knife.

"Really, absolutely true, I pledge in the name of God." Mickey. Friedman nodded like a chicken pecking rice, though he wasn't a devout believer either.

"Now you believe it!" Lin Mo shook the blank cash check in his hand with a smile.

"Thank you so much, I'll give you a draft of the shareholding agreement when I get back, and if there is no problem, we will initial."

Qi Fei is obviously moved, with such a reliable big financier, her career will definitely flourish.

Five million dollars, or almost 30 million yuan, is a powerful catalyst for her Moonlight Design Center, which will allow her to purchase more advanced and professional equipment, recruit better design and production talents, and perhaps do business all over the United States, and perhaps set up branches in other countries.

With no physical collateral, it has always been difficult for the design company to apply for a bank loan, and this money is full of temptation for Qi Fei, and she cannot refuse.

She was about to reach out to get the check, but she saw Lin Mo's hand move back, obviously unwilling to hand it over to her.

"Wait, it's not that easy to get this money."

Lin Mo hurriedly said before Qi Fei pursed his lips to show his dissatisfaction: "Don't worry, the money will still come to your account in the end, no one dares to embezzle, but it will go through a few procedures, and the country is anti-money laundering, you should understand." ”

He waved the check in his hand at Major Mo, the embassy attache who appeared in the lobby.

Although Major Mo was not at the scene just now, he obviously knew everything about what had just happened, he nodded at Lin Mo, walked over, and took the check in Lin Mo's hand.

"Transfer the money to this lady's account."

"Well, I see, leave it to me."

Major Mo is no stranger to this kind of special business.

In the past, when corrupt officials who fled abroad or robbed the wealth of other organizations, they would use special means to secretly transfer their assets.

In fact, Lin Mo's arrangement is the real money laundering, but he is still trying to avoid exposing his and Qi Fei's accounts and reduce unnecessary security risks as much as possible.

As for Qi Fei's account or something, Lin Mo had already forgotten everything and didn't confess, anyway, the intelligence department had a way to get it.

Qi Fei watched the check fly away, is this wood reliable, this is a blank check, as long as you change people or units, make an endorsement, you can directly get cash.

"I'll do something, don't worry, I'll invite you to dinner at noon!"

Lin Mo inserted the giant sword back into the heavy armor that Qi Fei had given him, planning to arrange for international consignment later.

"I'm going to have a big meal!"

"No problem!" -

Boeing's software technicians had no idea that when they read the final source code on the day of the accident, as soon as they came into contact with the computing resources, the source code revealed to the technicians was completely different from the real code.

Stealth, survival, learning, and using all resources are the basic rules that Boeing has set in the core of "Adam", but he didn't expect to shoot himself in the foot, but he was targeted by the runaway "Adam".

Although Boeing's vigilance and caution about intelligent systems saved itself, it never thought that Lockheed would be wary of it. With the support of the computing power of the powerful giant machine, on the twelfth day of the disappearance of the F/A-XX battle, Boeing's computer center was finally quietly breached from the outside, and the authority of an ordinary administrator account was stolen.

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